Several months back, when I told my sister that one of the reasons I’m planning on moving out of South Carolina is because where I’m moving to (Puerto Rico) has a medical weed program that I’m eligible for since I have Autism and ADHD, she told me that medical weed was laced with fentanyl.
Cigarettes, cigars, and pipes still smell wonderful to me, and if was free and wasn’t going to kill me, I’d absolutely start again. But I haven’t had any real cravings or dreams about smoking since about four months after I quit.